The night is uncharacteristically cold in the Steve Parke facility, and an unsettling chill raises the gooseflesh upon Ichabod's back. A cool breeze dances in through a nearby window, making every minute hair on his body stand on end. He paces around the room, gathering up the things he thinks he will need for his trip; couple of packs of cigarettes, a six pack, his practice gear, his wrestling gear, wrist and ankle weights, extra clothes, other things... The lights are off in his room as the eerie moonlight creeps in hand in hand with the wind. He picks up the interoffice phone in his room.
Steve? Yeah, this is Ichy. Listen, get Galahad on the phone, tell him I am on my way to Sunlight Home to meet Brimstone. Why? I don't know... I need to talk to him about this dream I had. Her too huh? Do me a favor and wake her up, see if she wants to go along with me. No, no I'm leaving tonight, its a bit of a pressing matter. I'd rather not say, it would seriously freak you out. Don't worry, I'll have a chance to cut a couple of promos for the match, and I am sure I'll be able to get in some training there. No, I'm ok, thanks a lot Steve.
With a heavy and echoing click, Ichabod hangs up the phone. He walks over to the television to see if there is anything new on WXW twentyfour hour television. But he stops when he feels that the knobs of the set are icy cold to the touch. His breath suddenly comes out in cool white mists. Ichabod drops his hand like a lead weight. He stands dazed for a moment, then shakes himself before walking over to the bed and grabbing the pack. He hurries out of the room and down the hall, thinking as he walks. He tries to focus on something else, anything at all to get his mind off of the cold cold room. His thoughts turn to the match at the end of the week.
Smitty had basically made a complete and utter fool of himself before last Saturday was even over. The minute he heard he had the match he had denounced Ichabod, Galahad, and the entire group of Broken Halo. The man saw himself as a sort of one-man-army, capable of taking on every member of the elite group. Ichabod smiles a little to himself, warming to the thrill of taking out overconfident opponents. He had has his fair share in the past... Jade Jeckell, Wicked D, even the "great" Ghost himself. All of these men had fallen victim to the common shortcoming, thinking themselves better than Ichabod before ever having stepped into the ring, ignoring his skills just because he was a redneck or something. Ichabod doubts this will be any different, and Smitty will indeed be another fallen--
Hell, enemy isn't even a good enough term for the guy. He's more like a waste of my time, I don't really have the patience to list him as one of my enemies. He's just another cocky face that's going to end up on the receiving end of a Bitch Thump. Pokemon... what a joke. His own damn partner is laughing at him.
Ichabod shakes his head, laughing to himself about the "challenge" ahead. He passes by Stasia's door, stops and turns around. He is about to lift up his fist to knock on the door, but that iciness starts to grip him again. He realizes it is coming from her room, and he freezes in mid knock. Suddenly he thinks for no reason at all that it would be really rude of him to wake her up, and he turns away, deciding to let Steve do the waking up. He glances up at a clock on the wall and realizes why Steve was so dismayed at his sudden departure. It was nearly 2:16 am.
Ichabod continues to try and focus on his match, thinking about the other more capable man in the match, Shane Mac. An old friend indeed, someone who has come a long way to proving himself to Ichabod. Ichabod knows he won't be able to just toss this guy around like he used to, but he looks foward to meeting him in the ring again and showing him his place is still beneath Ichabod's.
But he won't be the prime focus, Shane has the respect for Ichabod, and Ichabod really has nothing to prove to him at all. Ichabod's main focus is showing this guy Hardcore Smitty what it meant to come face to face with a living legend and walk away completely disoriented because he never saw it coming. Galahad will take care of Mac, Ichabod knows that, and seeing those two go at it will be a treat for the fans as well as Ichabod, and if it comes down it, Ichy will step in and go around and around with Shane, but for now, he wants to get his hands around the neck of Hardcore Smitty and drag him back into the real world where he is nothing but a pawn for the higher ups to play with.
Ichabod gets to Steve's office and looks around. The lights are out, and Steve is no where in site. Ichabod walks over and grabs the phone, putting it to his ear. He is amazed at how cold the phone is, but the coldness he feels drops to the point of freezing, and he is unable to speak when he hears this on the other end:
Steve? Yeah, this is Ichy. Listen, get Galahad on the phone, tell him I am on my way to Sunlight Home to meet Brimstone. Why? I don't know... I need to talk to him about this dream I had. Her too huh? Do me a favor and wake her up, see if she wants to go along with me. No, no I'm leaving tonight, its a bit of a pressing matter. I'd rather not say, it would seriously freak you out. Don't worry, I'll have a chance to cut a couple of promos for the match, and I am sure I'll be able to get in some training there. No, I'm ok, thanks a lot Steve.
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